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My 4th birthday. My mom make a cake of Lionheart from the Care Bears and some good friends of ours made a two hour trip and surprised us.
 
my dad getting in a knife fight with an intruder (or drug dealer I dunno) while I was on the couch; around three years old. it's hazy but my mother never told me about it until I asked her, and was shocked I could remember any of it.

good times.
 
My first day in kindergarten. I cried, thinking my mom left me and was weeping throughout the day.
I was five, may have early earlier memories but that's the first I remember.
 
Watching Sesame Street when i was 3 yrs old (or maybe 2 yrs old?...), and then stepping outside my home observing the other houses outside on a breezy morning.
 
We moved out of the first place I lived at when I was around 1.5 years old. I could draw a fairly accurate floor plan and layout of most the furniture and other things about. I also remember our dog that we had while we lived there but had to give away when we moved.

Specifically I have a memory of watching Disney's Robin Hood while sitting in a high chair while living there.
 
When I was 1 yo I have only one memory of the colors of the sofas and beds in the apartment my parents rented during our stay in NY. Checked with my parents and they confirmed it years back.

I also vividly remember a lot of things from when I was 2-3 yo during the Gulf War. The sirens, the tv warnings and my father frequently testing out our gas masks... along with a lot of other stuff.
 
being washed in a facebowl. Looking up at my cousin wearing this red robe. can sorta just see the arms/chest/blury face of her.

I was 18..

no, probably like 1 or 2. Small enough to fit in a face bowl.
 
Laying in a crib while a 'spider' crawled over me (pretty sure it was a harmless daddy long leg). Probably in the 2-3 year old range.

Running around the parking lot of some apartments. I'm told we moved out of them when I was 3.
 
I have bits and pieces of things from very early, but can't place them. Like the layout of old apartments my family lived in, recognizing things that I haven't seen since around age 2. But I was 3 or 4 by the time I started remembering actual events or things I can give you a play-by-play about. I remember stealing a canister of Bubble Tape from my cousin and hiding under a kitchen table telling my mom "wasn't me" while chewing a mouthful of gum.

I started preschool very early and remember things that we did in the classroom. There was a jar with a potato growing in it. I remember the whole room was concrete and very dungeon-esque, and every few weeks we'd have some kind of meeting where people would come in and try to sell us things. Little plastic toys and stuff. I was just around 3 then.

When you start talking very earliest, it's hard to say for sure, because there are a lot of gaps where my mind fills in the blanks. I remember things like staring at walls and doorways, seeing people walk in and out of rooms without being able to move, but I don't know if those are actually memories from before I learned to crawl or if they are things my mind has invented since then.

There were things I used to think for sure I remembered, but turned out to be partly or even wholly made up based on partial information. There was a fight I had with a friend around the time I was 3, and for years I remembered it as him climbing into a toy car I had and stabbing me with a fork. It wasn't until I was 13 or 14 I brought it up with my mom and she showed me video evidence proving I was the fork-stabber.
 
Toss up between being spun on a lazy-susan by my brother and sister, around 2 or 3 and...

Monsoon rain in Singapore muddying an empty pool from where a local teenager died the night before in the same storm, they emptied the pool, we all knew him and that memory just stuck in my head. Years later the Poltergeist movie scene with the muddy tree thing brought that memory back up vividly. I would have been 2-2.5 years old when it originally happened.
 
I have this very vivid scene (that's like burned into my memory bank) of me just sitting there on the floor in the living room. The room is very dim; the TV is off, the blinds are closed (but the sun is kinda shining through some the cracks), and I'm the only one in the room.

I have no idea how old I am (and I suck at these age-guessing things), but this memory has been with me since forever.
 
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Literally the earliest thing I can remember is me being like 3 and my mother opening up a bag of these for me. Chile GAF, please PM me; help a guy out will ya?
 
My third birthday party, beating up on a dinosaur egg pinata that my sister had sewn up just a few days before. I remember asking her what to do with it and stuff. Why there was candy inside of it, how you get it out, why she was sewing it.

In hindsight, I really don't know what was up with that, as our family has never had another pinata in our parties. And three kids came after me. Probably why I still remember it so well.
 
Seeing a tarantula coming down towards me while I was in my room when I was 3. I touched it's leg and laughed cause its leg started freaking out. Then I touched it's eye/fang and it bit me and I screamed. Probably why I have a fear of spiders.

Also playing in the snow with the other neighbor hoods kids near the playground at 4. I think me and two kids tried to eat the snow before one of the moms came over and yelled at us.

Another time was either pre-school or kindergartener, I was on the bus with this girl and for whatever reason I said "You're cute, can we kiss?" and she sat near me and gave me a quick kiss before running back to her seat.
'm kinda jealous at how smooth my 4/5 year old self was
 
Earliest is 3 years old at Disney World, brief glimpses of a few rides, waiting for and loading onto some kind of train, and a nighttime parade. That same year listening to wind howl through the front window of our townhouse, and showing my parents' friends how high I could count. Oh yea, and vomiting so hard one day it came out of my nose as well.
 
holding my dad's pinky (his hands are massive) as he walked me through a park, describing various parts of nature. his descriptions were extremely vivid, suited for child and adult alike.

this memory was so palpable to me that i still dream about it.

thanks dad! :)
 
My earliest memory was my grandfather walking me across a street to North Avenue Beach, Chicago. My only memory of him. I still need to find out what happened between then and arriving in the ghetto's of Chicago.
 
It's possible they aren't real memories for many of the posters. I have several distinct "memories" of early childhood that I have since learned are not possibly true.

For me personally, I have a very vivid and detailed memory when I dream. My memory is terrible now, but in the past my memory has many different distinct memories. Not all are special, but I still remember bits and pieces of. Although toddler brains are still developing, it's still possible.

I remember several different events when I was around 2 or so, which are all confirmed. I did take a ride in that car seat, I was mad about my cousin using the VCR and watching my movies (although I have no memory of learning how to use it). I don't even remember learning to read, it's as if I always have been able to. But yeah car seat and crib memories, among other incidents that happened, yeah I vividly recall snippets of them in vivid detail. I remember cutting my lip bad with the scar I still have from it. I remember it happening, but nothing afterward about the bleeding or anything.
 
Earliest memory was playing in the back yard of the first house I lived in, Wile-E-Coyote style moving some random stuff around in the depression formed by the drainage pipe but still covered by the plastic grate, when a king snake (looks like coral snake) came slithering toward me from the back side of the yard and my brother yelled and my dad picked me up. I was between 1.5 and 2 years old. Next memories started when we moved to a new house when I was around 2.
 
I have quite literally no memory of any actual occurences when I was very young. I've seen photographs of me as an infant and a kid, but the older I get the more I seem to invent memories based off those photos - which I haven't looked at in years. In terms of recalling something I can actually replay in my head... maybe the backyard of my old house. A tree and a fence and a garden.
 
The earliest moment in my life I could recall would be when I was 2/3 years old. I was in a place somewhere in Hong Kong where they had arcades and stuff. I remembered toying around with an arcade machine that was an shoot em up which had a jet in it without realizing you need to insert coins into the machine for it to work. Memory gets a little hazy after that point.

Doubles as a first video game I've ever played (sort of) kinda moment.
 
I have quite literally no memory of any actual occurences when I was very young. I've seen photographs of me as an infant and a kid, but the older I get the more I seem to invent memories based off those photos - which I haven't looked at in years. In terms of recalling something I can actually replay in my head... maybe the backyard of my old house. A tree and a fence and a garden.

try meditating - the memories are definitely there - it's often a process of careful association to will them forward

use da force, harry
 
When I was two years old I stumbled over a fold in a carpet. I hit the hardwood floor chin first and needed to be stitched up. On my second birthday. Worst birthday ever and I'll probably never forget it

My third birthday was reaaaaaly cool though - solar eclipse :D
 
My earliest wasn't the best, but probably why it has stayed with me.

I was almost 3 years old, standing at the bottom of the stairs in my house with my mum talking to be from the top (she was heavily pregnant with my brother at the time). The next thing I knew she had fallen down the stairs and was lying in front of me, conscious, but in pain.

No one else was in the house at the time, but she managed to get me to pick up the house phone and pass it to her so she could call for help. She was ok in the end, nothing broken, and my brother was born a few months later without issue.

Can close my eyes and see the whole thing as if it happened yesterday.
 
Going into hospital for a minor operation when I was 4. I remember the walls of the children's hospital being painted with Jungle Book characters, as well as playing in the creche.
 
Earliest memory is from around 2-3 years old, standing on the toilet seat reaching for something. Then next thing I am throwing up on my moms shoulder into a towel.

I had reached up and taken a bottle of aspirin off the shelf (I don't remember any of this part) and ate some of them. So my mom rushed me to the hospital and they gave me something that made me throw up.
 
I can remember sitting up in bed on a weekend morning (must have been a weekend because my dad hadn't gone to work), calling for my dad to come in and get me out of bed. It was in a house we moved out of when I was barely 4, so I must have been 3 or younger.

I have another memory in that house that I could probably date precisely, because it was a cousin's wedding, but I think it was later than the first memory. I was getting dressed and an ad for Sugar Puffs came on. It was one where a kid eats some, sprouts hair and grows into the Honey Monster, and it scared the shit out of me.

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My parents still mention it whenever the Honey Monster comes on TV because I freaked out massively.
 
I remember naming our childhood dog at around 3 or 4. I remember not wanting to go to preschool because I didn't like the dress my mom made me wear. Foggy stuff here and there.

Kirby pinball land for Christmas.
 
I remember blue sky. Very early in the morning and I just woke up. I'm looking out the window right by my bed/crib and I'm watching the birds fly by my window.

I asked my mom about this and she's stunned I remember this. She told me when I was very young like 1~2 years old, I used to wake up and spend a long amount of time just staring out the window at the birds.

I also have a memory of seeing my mom walking down a hallway away from me. She has a bunch of bags in her hands. I'm crying and very angry, but she says to me "You better walk I can't pick you up my hands are full!" she then starts walking away and I get hysterical and waddle/chase after her. Around 3 years old according to my mom who actually remembers this happened.
 
I was 4 but it was the day before my 5th birthday. I was at GAP or Kid GAP buying clothes at the Westside Pavilion mall here in LA.

Edit: With my mom
 
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